Chapter 641

When it comes to Countess Bartoli, McGonagall's first thought is of course the famous vampire countess in history. Now this woman, who is demon but not charming and has a certain sense of queen, seems to be more in line with his imagination than the film.

"Camilla Bartoli, Princess of the vampires, but she is generally called Countess Bartoli." Hill said softly, looking at the vampire, there was no panic on his face, not even a change in his face.

"What a vampire." MEG picked his eyebrows, but he was not too surprised. This was the second vampire he had ever seen. The last one was Dracula, who came to the dragon and demon peace talks last time. He was a bit of a funny vampire.

Then McGonagall glanced at the servant standing next to Camilla. He was covered with black robes all over his body. He only showed a pair of green eyes, shining slightly in the black robes. He looked a little gloomy.

"So, is she a bat sister?" Amy was full of curiosity, looking at the servant in black robe, even more eager to try.

"Meow, meow!" Ugly duckling tries to hold Amy's skirt to keep from falling, but her eyes are fixed on the servant, and she bares her teeth, as if she is ready to jump out at any time.

"Why are you so afraid? I don't like any of you." Camilla's eyes swept over a person in the banquet hall, smiling scornfully, pausing on hill, and finally on Amy, her eyes brightening slightly.

McGonagall stands in front of Amy. Besides being beautiful, this woman gives her a dangerous feeling. Her strength is far above him.

It's said that vampires like beautiful virgin blood. Although Amy is still young, there are one or two abnormal ones.

At the same time, the women at the scene were relieved, but they also felt a sense of loss. The countess Bartoli could see the first-class beauties, which was the greatest affirmation of a woman's appearance, but they were obviously not enough.

But now she seems to be interested in that half elf girl, and she can't help but be a little curious. Does she say that she will attack a little girl?

"Oh, the little girl is very cute, but don't worry, I won't do it to a little guy who is not an adult." Camilla looks at MEG, smiles, and slowly walks down the steps.

Black leather boots on the stone steps, make a clear sound, lift the skirt, white slender thighs, I do not know how many men's hearts.

"It's interesting." McGonagall also had a smile on his face.

"Beautiful sister, I'm Amy. What should I call you?" Amy leaned out of Meg's back and looked at Camilla, who had already stepped down the steps. She asked curiously.

"They all call me Countess Bartoli, but I allow you to call me Camilla." Camilla looks at Amy a little surprised.

The other children saw how far she was hiding. They didn't expect that the little girl would dare to talk to herself, and what she said sounded so comfortable.

"Hello, sister Camilla." Amy nodded cleverly.

"Hello." Camilla nodded slightly, the expression on her face was still lukewarm, with an air of retreat.

"Is this your servant? What's her name? " But Amy didn't flinch at all. She continued to point to the servant who was covered with black robes.

Camilla hesitated for a moment, not sure said: "black?"

"Please call me Caesar, my dear lady." There was a gloomy and sharp female voice in the black robe, but it would sound helpless and anxious.

"Caesar? It sounds very powerful, but why do you wrap yourself up so tightly? " Amy walked around the man in black, still curious.

Ugly duckling stretched his neck and sniffed his nose like a dog, as if he was smelling something.

"It's my favorite dress." The black robed man stood still, but his voice seemed a little unnatural.

"Well, you must be ugly, aren't you?" Amy looked at the man in black with pity and said.

"Ah?" The man in black was obviously stunned.

"It doesn't matter. You see the ugly duckling is so ugly that you never want to cover yourself. No matter how ugly you are, surely you are not as ugly as it is?" Amy comforted.

"Meow, meow," the ugly duckling looked at Amy wrongly.

"Of course I'm much more beautiful than this stupid cat." The man in Black said naturally.

"Not necessarily." Camilla, who had not spoken for a long time, interjected.

"It's OK, it's OK. I can understand it. The ugly duckling thinks he's beautiful, too." Amy has a clear expression.

Camilla snapped at one of the waiters and signed her to come.

"Ma'am, what can I do for you?" The waiter was obviously nervous, even the tray in his hand was shaking slightly, and the amber wine was shaking slightly in the glass.

"This inferior wine can't arouse my interest at all. Give me a cup of blood, fresh one." Camilla looked at the waiter evil spirit smile, voice some coquettish said.

"Ah

The waiter screamed, the tray came out of his hand, the glass fell to the ground, and amber wine splashed all over the place.

Hill looked at the waiter who was so scared that he stepped forward with a smile and stood in front of Camilla. His red lips opened slightly and said, "I heard that the countess likes wine best. I happen to have a bottle of wine made by the winery in my car. Let's go and bring it to the lady."

"Miss Hill is not only beautiful, but also intelligent." Camilla looked at hill, slowly approached, put her lips close to her ear, and whispered, "it's really exciting."

Hill's eyelids jumped, but her face did not change. She also said with a smile, "the countess's beauty, which has never been old for hundreds of years, is really enviable."

"Jeffrey Morton, President of Aden chamber of Commerce! Lord, Michael, come here

At this time, the voice of the master of ceremonies sounded again, high voice resounded throughout the banquet hall, everyone's eyes looked at the entrance.

The stiff faced Jeffrey and the tall Michael walked down side by side, and the people in the banquet hall spontaneously quieted down, their eyes full of respect.

Vivian and Luna are a little bit behind and walk slowly down behind them.

"Brush!"

Just at this time, a voice of clothes being opened sounded.

"Wow, what a big black cat!"

Amy's voice sounded in surprise.